Classic Poem

A country maid Amazone like did ride,
To sit more sure, with leg on either side;
Her mother who her spy'd said, that e're long
She should just penance suffer for that wrong;
For when time should on her more years bestow,
That horses hair between her thighs would grow.
Scarce winter twice was come, as was her told,
When she found all to frizle there with gold,
Which first made her afraid, then turn'd her sick,
And forc'd her keep her bed almost a week.
At last her mother calls, who scarce for laughter
Could hear the pleasant story of her daughter,
But that this frenzy should no more her vex,
She swore thus bearded were their weaker sex;
Which when deny'd, think not, said she, I scorn,
Behold the place, poor fool, where thou was born.
The girl that seeing, cry'd, now void of pain,
Ah! mother, you have ridden on the mane.